Why I Write
I write because silence started to feel less like privacy and more like disappearance.
Jun 63 min read
The Trade
What's worse — losing your life or losing yourself?
May 35 min read
Maintenance Dose
You weren't chasing a high. You were chasing baseline, and paying for it in blood.
Mar 167 min read
Jock (Emeritus)
You reopen Grindr and confront the relic of who you were: confident, desired, blissfully unaware of collapse coming.
Feb 158 min read
The Bar
You wanted an upgrade. You got hardware and a new way to hate your body.
Jan 287 min read
Pills and Butterflies
Instagram mental health is a scented candle; yours is a gas leak inside locked room.
Dec 14, 20257 min read
The Psychiatry Machine
You don’t enter the psychiatry machine; you get absorbed by it. From the first “I think I need help” to locked wards, injections, and colour-coded checklists, this essay follows one bipolar brain through a system that’s both lifeline and assembly line.
Dec 7, 20257 min read